Call of Liberty Gabrielle's Journey Part 2:- Breaking Free(Based on an Original Concept by Arc)

[Stormtrooper1990]

With the popularity of part 1, here is part 2 of Gabrielle's story. I would like to thank everyone who read part 1 and for their kind words of support. Two days have passed since Gabrielle's escape from Amboise palace and the protests in Paris she witnessed. Returning to a life of a noblewoman, a life she despises, Gabrielle as thought of nothing but the handsome Guillaume Moreau, the dashing revolutionary since their fateful meeting. Wondering if she will ever see him again. But as she is about to discover, events will conspire again to bring them together giving Gabrielle the opportunity to both break free of her gilded cage and to save the life of the man she loves, for a second time. This is her story...



The Drawing Room, Amboise Palace. July 14th 1789 11:00am



"Gabrielle? Gabrielle!? What is with you today? You have barely spoken 3 words towards me, and your just staring into space. It isn't the melancholia is it? Like the mad old English king?" Came the voice of Daphne Allard de Burgundy, her best friend more like so called best friend thought Gabrielle Amboise de Carcassonne acidly as she turned to face her. She was hosting Daphne for tea and luncheon, this morning but found herself completely disinteresting in the whole business. "Sorry, Daphne. I was miles away. What were you talking about?" In truth, Gabrielle couldn't stop thinking about her adventures two days past; the exhilaration of stealing the clothes of other women, the chaos of the protests in Paris and of course meeting the handsome Guillaume Moreau, the man who had captured her affection. His face came unbidden in her dreams, and she often giggled like a girl whenever she thought of him. It provided a good distraction from the looks that Colette threw her way. Ever since Gabrielle had knocked the poor girl out and stolen her clothes, Colette had shot her mistress glances of hatred mixed with fear. And she stood just a little further away from Gabrielle then usual. Gabrielle still felt guilty at the thought of what she did to both Colette and Amandine but found that guilt was ebbing away, replaced by the love she held for Guillaume. Daphne breathed in exasperation, as she fanned herself. "Ugh! I was talking about my fiancé, Captain Sir Marcel Deschamps de Brittany. You know he's an adjutant to the Marshall de Broglie, yes?" Gabrielle picked up a cup of tea, vaguely recalling Daphne's fool of a fiancé, she took a small sip of the warm liquid. "Oh yes, I remember Marcel. You were gushing over him, at my father's ball last month." She said feigning interest. Daphne fixed her with an odd look before continuing. "Well he's been giving an important task. My dear Marcel, told me he's pivotal in a plot to sow confusion in the ranks of these revolutionary traitors. They are considering assassinating a prominent member of their so called cause today. The scum as already escaped the kings justice once, at the protest. He won't escape the second time. Isn't that wonderful, Gabrielle!" Gabrielle spat out her tea in shock, but Colette barely moved. A sinking feeling entered the pit of her stomach, there was only one person Daphne could be talking about. "Gabrielle what is up with you? That was most unseemly!" Gabrielle shook her head. "It's nothing! It's fine. Colette, fetch a towel and wipe that up. Take your time." Without so much as a word, nor a curtsey and perhaps a little too eagerly, the maid swept from the room leaving the two noblewomen alone. Thoughts were running through Gabrielle's mind, they were plotting to kill Guillaume again, they had failed once at the protest and now it seemed they meant to strike again. There was only one thing for it, she had to escape to warn her beloved. Gabrielle glanced at her friend Daphne, sizing her up an idea formed in her mind. "My apologies, Daphne. Where is Marcel, at this moment?" Gabrielle asked sweetly as she set her cup down, Daphne picked up her cup taking a sip before she replied. "Why he's at the Bastille, inspecting the garrison there. He's says that they are dreadfully under equipped, in the event of civil disobedience." Gabrielle grinned widely, her idea beginning to take root.



"It's a shame about your maid, Daphne. She falling ill like that." Daphne's brow furrowed at Gabrielle's sudden change of subject. "Yes, she was so ill I had to dress myself this morning. You can't imagine how tedious that is." Gabrielle smiled as she appraised her "friend", she had never noticed just how similar they were in looks and body shape. With Daphne's gold embroidered red silk low cut dress, gold jewellery, towering blonde powdered wig and makeup, one really couldn't tell the difference. They even had the same piercing blue eyes. "You don't say, my dear Daphne." Gabrielle said with barely disguised scorn, as she rose from her chair. She of course found the experience of dressing herself most invigorating, especially in the clothes of others. "I must say, it's a very liberating thing, my dear Daphne. Dressing oneself. Tell me do you remember that game we played as children, the mimic game?" Gabrielle said as she searched the bookcase for a particularly heavy tome, smiling as she took the book out of the bookcase. After testing the weight, she silently crept up behind her unsuspecting friend book raising the book high. "Um, yes. You were always so good at it. You did had me down it was so uncanny. Why are you bringing th-ugh!" Gabrielle didn't give Daphne a chance to finish, as she struck Daphne on the back of her head with the book. "Well, I'am going to be you today. Daphne, you silly stuck up little cow." She said as her friend collapsed from her chair hitting the soft wood floor. As Gabrielle knelt, she started to strip off her own garments but she froze as the door to the drawing room opened, revealing first Henrí then Collete holding a cloth. "Oh my god! She's at it again!" Cried Colette as Henrí clamped a hand over her mouth, pulling her inside. Then he turned to Gabrielle. "My child would you care to explain, why the Lady Daphne is on the floor unconscious?"



"They are going to kill him, Henrí. They are trying to kill Guillaume again and I need to stop them again." Gabrielle said as she took off her powdered wig and jewellery, then started to remove her blue periwinkle dress. "So you knock out poor lady Daphne, to steal her dress for what? How is she involved in this?" Gabrielle shook herself out of her dress, letting the dress fall to the ground. "Her fiancé is one of the conspirators, silly little Daphne always was a chatterbox. He as knowledge of the plot, if I impersonate Daphne then I should be able to learn more of the conspiracy and save Guillaume. Will you two help me in this, or not?" Henrí took a deep breath, still gently pinning Colette to the wall with his hand. "Gabrielle. You have just assaulted an highborn lady, even I cannot protect you know. You have crossed a line, my child. There is no going back after this." Gabrielle paused before taking off her corset and chemise. "I know, Henrí. You have already done so much for me, you are the father I wish I had. But I love Guillaume, and I need to do this." She walked over naked to the unconscious form of Daphne, Henrí averted his eyes as she knelt by the stricken noblewoman. "So are you going to help me get her clothes off?" Henrí relaxed his grip on Colette who shook her head, tears in her big brown eyes. "Non, Monsieur Henrí she's craz-" she begin only to be cowed by a look from Henrí. "You heard your mistress, help her relieve the lady Daphne of her garments, now." He added with gentle firmness as she started to protest again. Finally, Colette resigned herself shaking her head. "Fine, but after this I'am leaving. I need to get away from all this." She hiked up her skirt as she walked over and knelt next to Gabrielle as they begun to undress the unconscious Daphne. Henrí moved towards the door. " I don't think any of us will be in a job once His Grace returns from Normandy." He said but there was no scorn in his voice. "I will tell the lady Daphne's coachman to expect her in the next 30 minutes." Henrí closed the door to the drawing room behind him, leaving the women alone.



Without so much as a word both Gabrielle and Daphne began to strip the unconscious Daphne, Gabrielle removed her shoes while Colette her wig, causing Daphne's blonde locks to fall about her shoulders, and then her jewellery. Gabrielle then rolled her onto her side. "You can go if you wish, Colette. You don't have to do this for me. You have already be through enough and that's my fault." Gabrielle said without looking up at her, unlacing Daphne's dress from the side. "Is it true that you are doing all this for love?" Colette asked as she gripped Daphne's dress at the shoulders. Gabrielle nodded "Yes. I'am sorry for what I did to you." To her surprise, Colette smiled. "I may not forgive you for what you did to me, but I understand. Now lets get you probably attired, my lady." With that Colette pulled down Daphne's dress off her slim attractive body, leaving the sleeping noblewoman dressed only in her thin chemise and corset. Colette leaned back allowing Gabrielle to remove Daphne's corset, unlacing the garment pulling it loose from Daphne's body, before her maid pulled off the unconscious girls' chemise from her slim attractive body. Leaving Daphne completely naked her well formed buoyant breasts with circular pink areolas, small clit crowned with a triangle of golden pubic hair and pert buttocks on full display. Colette, more out of habit moved to dress her mistress but Gabrielle shook her head. "I'am fine my dear Colette. I wasn't lying when I said I prefer to dress myself. You can restrain the lady Daphne, use my clothes as binds." Collete nodded as Gabrielle quickly dressed in Daphne's garments including the jewellery, while the maid tore Gabrielle's gown into strips binding the noblewoman's wrists, ankles and gagged her. Just as Gabrielle placed Daphne's wig on her head, the door to the drawing room opened revealing Henrí who did a double take when he saw Gabrielle. "Mon dieu! You look just like her. My it's uncanny." He cried as he averted his eyes from Daphne's naked bound form. "Mercí, Henrí. I always did like to play dress up. What will you do with Daphne?" Gabrielle added turning to her naked still unconscious friend on the wooden floor. Once again it was Colette that surprised her. "Begging my ladies pardon, we do have plenty of wine in the cellar. We could convince her ladyship, that she took a nasty turn while drunk..." Henrí and Gabrielle smiled at Colette's ingenuity. "My dear Colette, you are simply resourceful." Henrí said before he turned back to Gabrielle. "Well, I suppose this is goodbye. Henrí, I want to say thank you for everything and being the father I should have had." Gabrielle hugged the elderly butler, who held her close. "You are most welcome, Gabrielle. You are the very spirit of my departed Francine and you truly are your mother's daughter." They both parted before Henrí gave her a parting smile. "Go, fly from this gilded cage. Find your adventure and please, take of yourself and this Guillaume. He doesn't know how lucky he his." Gabrielle leaned in kissing the elderly butler on the cheek, before she bade farewell to Colette then exited the drawing room for the last time.


It took her 5 minutes to make her way outside towards Daphne's carriage. "You there, peasant!" Gabrielle shouted in a perfect imitation of Daphne's voice to the bored looking coachman, who was puffing on a pipe on the coach step. "Sorry! Your ladyship!" He cried hasty doused his pipe, stashing his pipe in his long coat as he jumped from the step. "Take me to the Bastille! I wish to see my fiancé, now!" The coach hurriedly opened the carriage door, bowing to Gabrielle as he helped her into the carriage. "Right away! Milady!" The coachman closed the door, behind her and clambered onto the coach step. Hearing the slap of the reins, as the carriage trundled around towards the gate, Gabrielle took one last look at the only home she had never known, knowing that this would be the last time she would see the marble baroque façade of Amboise Palace. But taking a deep breath, the young noblewoman steeled herself. There would be no going back, but she wasn't fazed Gabrielle wanted a new life of adventure with her beloved Guillaume and she was going to fight for that future. She leant back into the leather upholstery of the carriage, as it trundled down the driveway leaving her old life behind.




The Bastille 12:00am



As the carriage trundled towards the Bastille, Gabrielle gasped in wonder she couldn't help but be in awe of the imposing fortress that stood in the heart of Paris. She had heard of the fearsome reputation the Bastille possessed, striking fear into the heart of Frenchman peasant and noble alike and Gabrielle knew full well that if she were to fail, then she could well end up a prisoner there. As the carriage came to a halt, Gabrielle saw a young captain dressed in the white uniform and tricorn hat of the Royal Guard inspecting a small squad of disheveled looking Guardsmen. She recognised the chisel jaw of Marcel, Daphne's fiancé having seen Daphne fawn over him at her father's soirée. Smiling Gabrielle waited for the door of the carriage to open, before she stepped out of carriage clearing her throat. "My sweet Marcel! There you are!" She shouted in a perfect imitation of Daphne's tittering voice, Marcel turned a look of surprise on his face."Daphne! What are you doing here?! I thought you were at Amboise Palace, with your friend Gabrielle?" He was completely fooled by Gabrielle's disguise. "Well my sweet Marcel, I decided to come see my brave national hero. Besides, Gabrielle is frightfully dull today." Gabrielle said as she threw her arms around Marcel, kissing him on the cheek. The Captain visibly blushed, oblivious to the sniggers of his detachment. "Well, I'am glad to see you, dearest." He returned a kiss on her cheek. "But I'am on duty and I really should be-" Gabrielle interrupted him with a mischievous giggle, placing a finger on his lips. "Come now, my dear Marcel. Is five minutes with your fiancée too much to ask?" The tips of Marcel's mouth crinkled into a grin, as he chuckled. "I could never refuse you, sweet Daphne. Lieutenant..." Marcel turned to address his assistant, a man similarly dressed in white who hastily stifled a snigger moved forward. "...take over the inspection for five minutes. I will be with the lady Daphne." To his credit, the lieutenant had regained his composure as he clicked his boot heels together. "Oui, Mon Capitaine". With that, the captain took Gabrielle leading her to a small store room near the main gate of the Bastille. She suppressed feelings of disgust, as Marcel opened the thick wood door beckoning her inside.



"So, Daphne. What do I owe the honour of your surprise visit to?" Marcel said as he closed the door behind them. Gabrielle smiled as she leaned against a wooden table. "To see you of course, mon amour. And to hear about how you are going to be the saviour of our beloved monarchy." Gabrielle carefully pitched her imitation of Daphne's voice, into one of innocent curiosity. Marcel gently approached her, taking her hands into his. "You mean how we are going to end that traitorous bastard, Guillaume Moreau?" Inwardly Gabrielle bristled resisting the urge to knee Marcel in his crotch, instead she maintained her façade caressing his cheek. "Yes, my love. Tell me everything, so we can celebrate your success." Marcel leaned into the caress as he planted a kiss on Gabrielle's lips. "It's already in motion, my sweet. I passed on a message to the spy. He will meet with his contact, at the Fleur-de-lis tavern not to far from here to receive his orders and the means to save France!" He said after he pulling out. Gabrielle hid her shock well but was also satisfied that she had the information she needed, she returned the kiss feeling dirty as she did so. "How wonderful, my dear Marcel! The king is sure to reward you, with a knighthood! My strong handsome captain!" She said perfectly mimicking Daphne's foolish titter, as the man blushed. "Well I better let you get back to your duties, my dear. We wouldn't want the rebels storming the Bastille, what with the riff-raff out there untrained and dishevelled as they are." She planted another kiss on his lips, smiling as she made to leave but before she could open the door Marcel gently grabbed her hand. "Wait, Daphne my love. I will see you tonight and we can properly celebrate together." He said suggestively, holding her hand. "Certainly my love, I look forward to it! Until tonight then, adieu " Gabrielle kissed his hand and left him smiling as she exited the storeroom, with Marcel coming out just after her. Quickly she walked up to the coachman, still smoking his pipe he quickly stubbed it out as he saw her approach. "Do you know the Fleur-de-lis tavern, peasant?" She asked the coachman as he opened the carriage door for her. "Yes my lady? Why do you want to go there?" Without looking at him, she clambered into the carriage. "Do not question me, peasant! The tavern now!" Gabrielle shot angrily at him as he closed the door before he climbed onto the carriage step, lashing the horses to move forwards. As the carriage trundled away from the Bastille, Gabrielle hoped she would have enough time to beat the assassin there. The life of her beloved Guillaume was at stake. And she was in no mood for trifles.



The Tavern of the Fleur-de-lis, 30 minutes later



As Gabrielle stepped out of the carriage glancing up at the two storey building, the sign above the door a crude representation of the coat of arms of the ruling Bourbon family, giving the establishment its name. She took a deep breath taking in the hustle and bustle of the busy street instantly recalling her adventure from a couple days ago, when she had last walked these streets. Gabrielle smiled, she was home. "My lady? Are you sure you want to entertain this establishment? I would recommend we return to your lord father's estate" The voice of the coachman snapped her from her thoughts." Non, this is where I need to be. You can stay here peasant, I may have need of you." Gabrielle replied perfectly mimicking Daphne's voice, as she picked up the skirt of her stolen red dress and walked into the tavern. The first thing that hit her as soon as she walked through the door, was the clamour of voices as the tavern was packed with many revelers with all of the Estates represented. There were lawyers sharing mugs of ale with nobles, and Gabrielle chuckled as she saw a corpulent priest in the back, his face red with alcohol laughing into his ale. She imagined the disapproving look on her brother Gaspard's face, the man called alcohol the devils water. Shaking her thoughts back to the present, Gabrielle released that wearing Daphne's dress would make her stand out like a sore thumb, she would need the clothes of a barmaid to blend in and eavesdrop on the assassin. Looking around Gabrielle could see three barmaids working the tables, all young, pretty their outfits suitable for her needs. But how to get one on her own, away from prying eyes? Seeing the barman rushed off his feet, pouring a mug of ale an idea came to her.


Smiling, Gabrielle worked her way through the crowd being careful not to step on anyone's toes or barge anyone in the shoulder as she make her way towards the bar. "Excusez-moi, barman?" She said after clearing her throat, catching the man's attention. His balding head shot up, an awed smile appeared on his lined face which was missing a few teeth. "Ma Dame, such an honour to receive you in my tavern. What can this unworthy barkeep get you?" Gabrielle recoiled slightly at the man's fawning sycophancy, as well as the ale from his breath. "I'am meeting someone at this tavern, and I require the use of one of your rooms. Do you have one available?" The barkeep clapped his hands together, his face reddening. "That I do, my lady. It should be adequate for a fine young lady of your station. I just require 20 francs, and it's all yours." He said holding out his hand. Taking out Daphne's purse, Gabrielle paid the man his drunk eyes brightening at the sight of the silver in his palm. "Thank you, my lady." Closing his palm, he turned to a particularly pretty barmaid who had just finished serving a group of rowdy young men. "Elodie! Get over here, now!" raising his voice over the din of humanity. The young girl turned, and as she walked towards the bar Gabrielle appraised her. Elodie was a pretty little thing with high cheekbones, heart shaped features and almond shaped pale green eyes. Freckles lightly dappled her cheeks, enhancing her natural beauty. To Gabrielle's amazement, the barmaids hair colour was a similar shade of auburn to hers but was slightly lighter. Elodie was dressed in a light white low-cut frilly lace blouse, that emphasised her cleavage with a high waisted red skirt a white apron tied around her slim waist. A frilly white lace hat perched on her head. Gabrielle smiled, the barmaid was just her size. Elodie curtseyed as she saw Gabrielle, before turning to the barman. "Please show our ladyship, to one of our guestrooms upstairs. Give her whatever she needs." He said leering at his barmaids cleavage and body. "Of course, Mister Hugo. Please my lady, if you be so kind to follow me upstairs?" She curtseyed again, before leading Gabrielle through the crowded bar and up the back stairs to the first floor.




Elodie led Gabrielle into a small room, which was through the second door on the right which consisted of a small single bed, a chest of drawers and a creaky looking wardrobe Gabrielle was certain had woodworm. "Well, my lady it's not the royal palace but it's cosy enough." Elodie said as Gabrielle closed the door behind them quietly. " So is there anything else you need, mademoiselle ?" The barmaid asked as she turned to face Gabrielle. "I'am very sorry about this, but I need your clothes. Strip." Elodie blushed visibility as she backed away. "My lady please, I'am not that type of girl. If you need a girl, then I can fetch o-" Gabrielle stormed towards the confused Elodie. "I don't have time for this!" She cried as she punched the barmaid with a swift right hook, Elodie let out a brief cry of pain as she fell face first onto the bed where she lay draped over, unconscious. This time, Gabrielle felt hardly any pain in her right hand and unlike her altercation with Amandine she didn't feel particularly guilty at knocking out Elodie. Not when Guillaume's left was at stake. Gabrielle quickly stripped out of Daphne's dress, removing the jewellery wig and wiping the makeup from her face. When she was completely naked, she rolled Elodie's body over and started to undress her. Gabrielle removed the girls black buckled shoes, apron and hat then unlaced the barmaids blouse a hint of a cheap cream coloured corset underneath. Unfastening the woman's skirt, Gabrielle worked the garment loose from her hips pulling it down the barmaids legs revealing a white petticoat and legs covered with white stockings. Unlacing the corset from the side, Gabrielle peeled it from Elodie's body exposing a generously well developed pair of breasts, with full pink areolas. Folding up the unconscious barmaids skirt, revealing a small pink clit topped with a thin strip of auburn pubic hair, Gabrielle rolled the stockings down Elodie's long legs one at a time then after pulling them up her own, whipped off the girls petticoat. Leaving the unconscious Elodie sprawled naked on the bed, Gabrielle quickly dressed in the barmaids clothes finding them more comfortable then Daphne's dress, glad to see that her hunch about the barmaid being her size, was correct. At least I'am smelling of ale, this time, thought Gabrielle as she tore Daphne's dress and underwear into strips binding Elodie's wrists, ankles then gagging her before pulling her off the bed. Draping the girls naked body over her shoulder, Gabrielle shoved the girl into the wardrobe tossing the remains of Daphne's dress, undergarments and wig onto her body before closing the wardrobe door, snapping off the lock and tossing it under the bed. After straightening up her stolen hat over her head, Gabrielle exited the room proceeding downstairs to the bar, keeping a weather eye out for the assassin.




After five minutes of using her stolen outfit to blend into the bustling tavern, wiping tables and serving drinks mimicking Elodie's voice as she slapped away the grasping hands of male patrons, Gabrielle spotted someone she recognised from the protest only two days ago walk into the tavern, dressed in a black suit and hooded cloak. It was the man with the eye patch and ugly scar over his right eye, with short black hair. Gabrielle busied herself cleaning a table, making sure to avert her gaze as the man walked past to sit by a table in the corner of the room where another man sat, who was wearing a priests cassock complete with white ribbon, his own face hooded. Taking up a tray and placing a few empty mugs, Gabrielle walked towards the two men acting the innocent barmaid as she begun to eavesdrop on their conversation. "Do you have the poison, bishop?" Gabrielle's eyes widened as she recognised the second voice. "Here, Armand. Are you ready to do your duty for God and your king?" Her blood ran cold as she heard the voice of her older brother, Gaspard the Bishop of Malmédy passing a vial of clear liquid over the table to Armand. "Yes, bishop. The traitor Moreau will die by my hand, today. I know exactly where he is at this hour. We frequent the Drunken Highwayman tavern, in St Germain. I slip this into his ale and the king's problems go away. I trust you keep your end of the bargain, Bishop?" Armand pocketed the poison as Gaspard shuffled nervously. "My brother Philippe as the ear of the King, he will inform him of Moreau's demise and my father will see that you are rewarded. Now go with god, Armand. I will pray for your success." Gaspard made the sign of the cross, as Armand waved him away. "Relax, Your Eminence. We are going to break one of god's commandments, we should toast to our success. I will go to the bar and get us some fine wine." Gaspard shook his head, holding up his hand. "Not for me please, it is the devil's water." Despite herself, Gabrielle chuckled, that was her brother all right. "Hmph. You are such a stiff, bishop. I have seen clergy drink, but have it your way. I will get you water then, or is that the devil's tea or something?" Armand rose from his chair, and made for the bar as Gaspard shot him a disapproving luck. Without standing on ceremony, Gabrielle set down the tray and quickly left the tavern she had to get to The Drunken Huntsman. As she went back out on the street, Gabrielle could see Daphne's coach was still outside parked across the street, with the coachman still puffing on his pipe on the coach step, smiling she approached him. "You there, I need passage to The Drunken Highwayman?" Gabrielle called to him, with Elodie's voice amazed he didn't recognise her. He quickly stuffed his pipe into his jacket, shooting her an angry glance. "Piss off, girl. Don't you know a noble's carriage when you see one, off with you before I call the guard." Gabrielle didn't budge, she fished into her pocket retrieving the purse of coins she had taken from Daphne. "Would you do it for a hundred francs, sir?" She asked innocently as she tossed the purse up to the coach man, who caught it and held it close to his hair, hearing the jingle of coin. He then looked at Gabrielle, gesturing with his head for her to get in. Gabrielle quickly rushed into the carriage, taking a deep breath as she settled into the seat for a final time, the thought of seeing her beloved Guillaume filling her heart with glee. As the carriage trundled forward towards The Drunken Highwayman.




The Drunken Highwayman, 15 minutes later



Guillaume Moreau sat outside The Drunken Huntsman, nursing a small glass of cognac flanked by two young revolutionaries Amelie and Alain. The husband and wife were at the protest two days past, but had proved themselves loyal. But he began to have doubts about Armand, the man was late for their meeting here, it wasn't the first time his best friend and advisor had made him wonder were he his loyalties lay. His thoughts then turned to Amandine, the brave redheaded girl who had saved his life during the protest, he thought about where she was now. Moreau was captivated by her courage, her beauty and above all mystery, she had came out of nowhere and had stolen his heart despite smelling of ale. Although, Amandine didn't strike him as a drinker, he sighed wondering if he would ever see her again. As Moreau raised his glass to take another sip of his Cognac, he was interrupted by the sound of rushing feet, he turned his head to find someone he didn't expect to see again. "Amandine!? What are you doing here? Your a barmaid now?" Alain and his wife tensed, their hands reaching for the pistols at their waists but they were just as puzzled to see her too. Amandine, her red curls dancing across her shoulders placed her hands on the table out of time. "Listen, Guillaume. I don't have much time, these clothes are not mine and my name is not Amandine, it's Gabrielle. I promise I will tell you everything but you need to hear this. The royalists mean to kill you, just like the protest march..." Moreau offered a seat to Amandine, no Gabrielle, as she told her story. Guillaume was impressed by her resourcefulness, but his brow furrowed as she told him what he had long suspected. "Armand. I knew he was up to something, but to hear it confirmed is unsettling. Alright I believe you, Gabrielle" He saw the young woman's face light up in a smile, Moreau's own heart fluttered at the site. He saw wanted to plant a kiss on those beautiful lips of hers. He turned to his bodyguards. "Prepare a fitting welcome for the treacherous dog, he shall learn how the revolution deals with traitors." Moreau then reached across the table, taking her hands in his. "Gabrielle, I must thank you for my life once again. Is there anyway I can repay you?" He asked the beautiful Gabrielle, as he looked into her big pretty blue eyes. "I'am sure I can think of something, my dear." She replied coyly, squeezing his hand gently.



5 minutes later


Gabrielle got into position, at a table nearby wiping it using her stolen barmaids outfit. Guillaume sat behind her, flanked by Alain and Amelie but Gabrielle was grinning, as she felt her beloveds eyes on her buttocks. She was relieved that she had reached Guillaume in time before the assassin Armand, but knew that there wasn't time to celebrate until the man's treachery was exposed. The sound of footsteps from her left, made Gabrielle glance she saw the assassin walk towards Guillaume's table a false smile twisted his face, making him even more ugly. "My dear Guillaume! A pleasure to see you, my old friend." He said as the two men embraced each other, before retaking their seats. Guillaume snapped his fingers, giving the signal to Gabrielle as he turned to Armand. " Really Armand? Because a little bird told me that your loyalties are not with me or our grand endeavour. That you are a royalist spy?" Gabrielle moved to Guillaume's side as Armand flustered. "That is absurd! Guillaume, you know how much I despise the aristocracy after they ruined my career in the royal guard. I'am your man, through and through." Guillaume snaked an arm around Gabrielle's waist drawing her close. "If that's the case, then you wouldn't mind if my guards searched you? As a precaution you understand?" Suddenly, Armand looked nervous as Guillaume signaled Alain and his wife to restrain him. "What?! No! I do not consent to this! Get your hands off me you mongrel peasants!" He protested as he was hauled to his feet by Alain and restrained as Amelie patted him down, smiling her hands plunged into his right pocket taking out a vial of clear liquid. "Here you are, Monsieur Moreau looks like poison." Amelie said as she tossed him the vial, which Guillaume caught deftly. "Along with these." She placed both a dagger and a pistol into the table, smiling smugly. "The attempted murder of a member of the General Assembly, my my, bad form Armand." Moreau took the vial and smashed it on the table with the butt of Armand's pistol. "Take him away, if you please. He disgusts me." As Armand was being dragged away, he fixed Gabrielle with a cold stare. "You! You were at the protest march and I thought I saw you at the Tavern! Bitch! You ruined everything! Mark my words, Moreau. You haven't escaped the King's justice. You will bot-ugh!" Armand's rant was cut short as Alain had bashed him over the head with his pistol. "Quite enough of that good sir." He said as he and his wife dragged the assassin away. Moreau then rose from his seat, turning to face Gabrielle. "So do you mind telling me, who you are, my lady?"



Gabrielle smiled pulling briefly away from their embrace, before she curtseyed. "Monsieur Guillaume Moreau, my name is Lady Gabrielle Amboise de Carcassonne. Daughter of His Grace, the Duke de Carcassonne. Charmed to meet you." She extended her hand, which Moreau took kissing it before embracing her once more." Charmed, my lady. I must say you make a terrible noblewoman, but a fine beautiful woman." Gabrielle blushed visibly as she drew close, allowing Moreau to caress her hair. "So what brought a Lady of the court, to the bustling streets of Paris?" He said as he drew close to her, his lips brushing against her own. Gabrielle told him everything, about her experiences over the last two days. Guillaume laughed as he heard her story, falling deeper in love with her. "You are most resourceful, my lady. Those women never knew what hit them." Gabrielle snaked her hand around his waist, massaging the small of his back. "Please, it's just Gabrielle now. I'am not a noblewoman anymore. I cannot go back to that life of dresses and indifference, I want to be normal, with you. If you will have me?" Moreau smiled as he stroked her cheek. "Gabrielle. I fell in love with you, the moment I first saw you. Of course I will have you! Please, allow me to repay you for your courage. For saving my life, not once but twice." With that, the couple locked lips passionately kissing. They both cried tears of joy as their thoughts turned to bliss. As Gabrielle kissed her beloved, she knew she was free. She knew she was home.

[meditions142]

What a wonderful continuation. You continue to really capture the era in which the story takes place really, really well.

I very much enjoyed the scene with Elodie. It is one of those wonderful set ups where a previously stolen uniform allows a woman to be easily lured into a trap.

Then we have the fun scene where Gabrielle gives Elodie a chance to give up her clothes but then as soon as Elodie does not comply Gabrielle makes quick work of her.

I have to say a bit mean of Gabrielle to knock her out with a punch. Rather rough treatment of basically an innocent young woman.

We also do see some character development as Gabrielle is now getting used to knocking women out and stealing their clothes. As noted, Gabrielle "didn't feel particularly guilty at knocking out Elodie". She just knocked out a poor young woman but with it becoming a common thing to her she didn't feel guilty.

[Arc]

Superbly written as always! Once again you prove yourself as one of the best writers on the board! In particular, you have an attention for detail that makes the story feel alive. As I've written in my brief comment to part 1, you really convey the spirit of 1789 Paris. Gabrielle feels alive, as does her world. Just a little observation I would like to make (please, do not perceive this as a critique because it is not. As a history aficionado I cannot help but point it out...), sir Marcel can't be in the National Guard because at the time it was yet to be established. I think that you had in mind the similarly named French Guards regiment (which was essentially its Ancient Regime equivalent). But this isn't really an issue at all.

I personally really enjoyed the stripping scene of Daphne, as it was something both very entertaining to see (the interactions between Colette and Gabrielle in particular) and a focal point of the story, as it sets a point of no return for the heroine. And "Oh my god! She's at it again!" is probably one of my favourite lines in the story. I also love the little touch of making Armand be the agent of de Broglie. It was fairly unexpected, a very nice little twist.

This is all. As always, stellar descriptions for the USB scenes themselves (but with you it's a given). Always a pleasure working with you, especially because you always come out with these wonderful stories. (BTW, I'll ask you here, did you get my PM on the WWI concept? Sometimes the Board seems to have some little problems, at least for me. I might need to send it to you again if you haven't received it).

I'll end this with a thank you. Really excellent work, once again

[Stormtrooper1990]

What a wonderful continuation. You continue to really capture the era in which the story takes place really, really well.

I very much enjoyed the scene with Elodie. It is one of those wonderful set ups where a previously stolen uniform allows a woman to be easily lured into a trap.

Then we have the fun scene where Gabrielle gives Elodie a chance to give up her clothes but then as soon as Elodie does not comply Gabrielle makes quick work of her.

I have to say a bit mean of Gabrielle to knock her out with a punch. Rather rough treatment of basically an innocent young woman.

We also do see some character development as Gabrielle is now getting used to knocking women out and stealing their clothes. As noted, Gabrielle "didn't feel particularly guilty at knocking out Elodie". She just knocked out a poor young woman but with it becoming a common thing to her she didn't feel guilty.

Hi Meditions

Thanks for reading and for the compliments my friend, it had been a pleasure in writing these historical uniform/clothes stealing scenarios, in particular Call of Liberty. I'am glad you enjoyed part 2 as much as part 1.


The scene with Elodie was arguably the most fun to write, it's always a fun concept when the uniform stealer asks nicely, but the donor doesn't comply. So it's off to sleepy town for our unlucky barmaid.

About her treatment of Elodie, perhaps Gabrielle was a little heavy handed but i think what was a combination of two reasons, which could explain her actions. The first, being like you said Gabrielle is becoming used to the idea of knocking other women out that she as indeed becoming inured to the idea, perhaps even enjoying the thrill. Or as I like to put it, utilising Miranda's law; Has, Wants, Needs, Takes. The second is that Gabrielle is more concerned with saving the life of her beloved Guillaume, then with the welfare of an innocent woman. That she put his life above hers and well time was of the essence, Gabrielle had no time to play nice with Elodie.


Thanks again for reading the story and your kind words my friend. It's always a pleasure.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Superbly written as always! Once again you prove yourself as one of the best writers on the board! In particular, you have an attention for detail that makes the story feel alive. As I've written in my brief comment to part 1, you really convey the spirit of 1789 Paris. Gabrielle feels alive, as does her world. Just a little observation I would like to make (please, do not perceive this as a critique because it is not. As a history aficionado I cannot help but point it out...), sir Marcel can't be in the National Guard because at the time it was yet to be established. I think that you had in mind the similarly named French Guards regiment (which was essentially its Ancient Regime equivalent). But this isn't really an issue at all.

I personally really enjoyed the stripping scene of Daphne, as it was something both very entertaining to see (the interactions between Colette and Gabrielle in particular) and a focal point of the story, as it sets a point of no return for the heroine. And "Oh my god! She's at it again!" is probably one of my favourite lines in the story. I also love the little touch of making Armand be the agent of de Broglie. It was fairly unexpected, a very nice little twist.

This is all. As always, stellar descriptions for the USB scenes themselves (but with you it's a given). Always a pleasure working with you, especially because you always come out with these wonderful stories. (BTW, I'll ask you here, did you get my PM on the WWI concept? Sometimes the Board seems to have some little problems, at least for me. I might need to send it to you again if you haven't received it).




I'll end this with a thank you. Really excellent work, once again

Hi Arc

You are very welcome, my friend. It as been a pleasure working with you on this very popular series of historical stories, and I thank you for your compliments. I'am very pleased with how these stories have turned out. I appreciate you pointing out the slight historical discrepancy and don't worry, I don't see this as a critique, it's good you pointed this out. As an aficionado of history and a perfectionist myself, it pains me that I made such an error by mixing up the French Guards with the post revolutionary National Guards. But it's nothing a quick bit of editing won't solve.



I must admit that I had a huge grin on my face when I wrote that entire scene with Daphne and the interactions between Gabrielle and Colette, who is still smarting from the humiliation at the hands of Gabrielle in part one. The famous words spoken by Colette as she happened upon her mistress stripping Daphne, was a sudden piece of inspiration on my part and I laughed as wrote it. I wanted to introduce a little bit of light heartened humour into the story, as well as present some small character development for Colette and for Gabrielle too. While not necessarily forgiving her mistress, Colette understands why Gabrielle did what she had to do and is applying the same logic to Daphne. And I'am glad you appreciated the twist with Armand being de Broglie's assassin, I added a little character development there too. Armand was a disgraced officer in the French Guards, who was given this second chance to regain his position by assassinating an enemy of the state. But it didn't turn out well for him.



Thanks again for your wonderful compliments, it's always a pleasure working with you. I have received your PMs on the WW1 concept, but with being busy writing Call of Liberty I only briefly scanned over it and didn't have time to reply. Now though, since I have a little down time before I start my next story I would be happy to discuss this with you. And of course to discuss some concepts you put forward for the Cold War. I have some historical concepts of my own, including three Cold War stories and a story set during the downfall of the Jacobite Rising, following the defeat of Bonnie Prince Charlie at The Battle of Culloden in 1745. It would be a pleasure to discuss these ideas with you.


Once again you are very welcome, and it's always a pleasure my friend.

[Arc]

Hi Arc

You are very welcome, my friend. It as been a pleasure working with you on this very popular series of historical stories, and I thank you for your compliments. I'am very pleased with how these stories have turned out. I appreciate you pointing out the slight historical discrepancy and don't worry, I don't see this as a critique, it's good you pointed this out. As an aficionado of history and a perfectionist myself, it pains me that I made such an error by mixing up the French Guards with the post revolutionary National Guards. But it's nothing a quick bit of editing won't solve.



I must admit that I had a huge grin on my face when I wrote that entire scene with Daphne and the interactions between Gabrielle and Colette, who is still smarting from the humiliation at the hands of Gabrielle in part one. The famous words spoken by Colette as she happened upon her mistress stripping Daphne, was a sudden piece of inspiration on my part and I laughed as wrote it. I wanted to introduce a little bit of light heartened humour into the story, as well as present some small character development for Colette and for Gabrielle too. While not necessarily forgiving her mistress, Colette understands why Gabrielle did what she had to do and is applying the same logic to Daphne. And I'am glad you appreciated the twist with Armand being de Broglie's assassin, I added a little character development there too. Armand was a disgraced officer in the French Guards, who was given this second chance to regain his position by assassinating an enemy of the state. But it didn't turn out well for him.



Thanks again for your wonderful compliments, it's always a pleasure working with you. I have received your PMs on the WW1 concept, but with being busy writing Call of Liberty I only briefly scanned over it and didn't have time to reply. Now though, since I have a little down time before I start my next story I would be happy to discuss this with you. And of course to discuss some concepts you put forward for the Cold War. I have some historical concepts of my own, including three Cold War stories and a story set during the downfall of the Jacobite Rising, following the defeat of Bonnie Prince Charlie at The Battle of Culloden in 1745. It would be a pleasure to discuss these ideas with you.


Once again you are very welcome, and it's always a pleasure my friend.

Hi Stormtrooper,

Call me intrigued . I would love to hear your ideas on both the Cold War stories and the Jacobite story (this in particular, I have to admit. Would really like to know what you are thinking.... )

[Stormtrooper1990]

Hi Arc

You are very welcome, my friend. It as been a pleasure working with you on this very popular series of historical stories, and I thank you for your compliments. I'am very pleased with how these stories have turned out. I appreciate you pointing out the slight historical discrepancy and don't worry, I don't see this as a critique, it's good you pointed this out. As an aficionado of history and a perfectionist myself, it pains me that I made such an error by mixing up the French Guards with the post revolutionary National Guards. But it's nothing a quick bit of editing won't solve.



I must admit that I had a huge grin on my face when I wrote that entire scene with Daphne and the interactions between Gabrielle and Colette, who is still smarting from the humiliation at the hands of Gabrielle in part one. The famous words spoken by Colette as she happened upon her mistress stripping Daphne, was a sudden piece of inspiration on my part and I laughed as wrote it. I wanted to introduce a little bit of light heartened humour into the story, as well as present some small character development for Colette and for Gabrielle too. While not necessarily forgiving her mistress, Colette understands why Gabrielle did what she had to do and is applying the same logic to Daphne. And I'am glad you appreciated the twist with Armand being de Broglie's assassin, I added a little character development there too. Armand was a disgraced officer in the French Guards, who was given this second chance to regain his position by assassinating an enemy of the state. But it didn't turn out well for him.



Thanks again for your wonderful compliments, it's always a pleasure working with you. I have received your PMs on the WW1 concept, but with being busy writing Call of Liberty I only briefly scanned over it and didn't have time to reply. Now though, since I have a little down time before I start my next story I would be happy to discuss this with you. And of course to discuss some concepts you put forward for the Cold War. I have some historical concepts of my own, including three Cold War stories and a story set during the downfall of the Jacobite Rising, following the defeat of Bonnie Prince Charlie at The Battle of Culloden in 1745. It would be a pleasure to discuss these ideas with you.


Once again you are very welcome, and it's always a pleasure my friend.

Hi Stormtrooper,

Call me intrigued . I would love to hear your ideas on both the Cold War stories and the Jacobite story (this in particular, I have to admit. Would really like to know what you are thinking.... )

Hi Arc

It would be a pleasure to share my ideas with you. I can PM you with the details for my Cold War ideas, which involves two stories one of an MI6 operative and the other a Stasi operative as both go over the Berlin Wall on separate missions. The Stasi mission will be based on the unsolved assassination of German politician Detlev Rohwedder. I watched a recent documentary and it gave me an idea for a story, involving a female Stasi assassin. My other Cold War idea is an alternative history, where a female U2 pilot is shot down over Russia in the 1960s and must make it to neutral namely Iran.

I will PM these ideas to you, including the Jacobite story once I have done my research into the period.

[rufusluciusivan]

Well, apparently in my country we have the reputation of being chauvinistic, so I figured out I had to do justice to our reputation and leave a comment on a series tackling an important episode of our history.

Joke aside, nothing much to say about your writing style or parti pris, to be honest. I've already discussed my personal feelings about them (for instance about detailed description of full-frontal nudity), so I won't dwell on the topic.

I appreciate the idea of giving the main character a non-USB-related goal. I prefer when the Uniform Stealing is the mean, but not the end. Plus I'm a sucker for love stories.

The main reason of my comment is that I wanted to say, as someone who studied history, I really enjoy your concept of featuring uniform stealing stories in other older time periods. Personally, the 20th century has always been my least favorite time period to study, and I preferred a lot more studying Ancient Times, Middle Ages and the Age of Discovery. So I like your approach of using these older periods and their specific clothes.To my knowledge,your stories are the first time "historical" USB stories take place before World War 2, so it really brings something new to the Board.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Well, apparently in my country we have the reputation of being chauvinistic, so I figured out I had to do justice to our reputation and leave a comment on a series tackling an important episode of our history.

Joke aside, nothing much to say about your writing style or parti pris, to be honest. I've already discussed my personal feelings about them (for instance about detailed description of full-frontal nudity), so I won't dwell on the topic.

I appreciate the idea of giving the main character a non-USB-related goal. I prefer when the Uniform Stealing is the mean, but not the end. Plus I'm a sucker for love stories.

The main reason of my comment is that I wanted to say, as someone who studied history, I really enjoy your concept of featuring uniform stealing stories in other older time periods. Personally, the 20th century has always been my least favorite time period to study, and I preferred a lot more studying Ancient Times, Middle Ages and the Age of Discovery. So I like your approach of using these older periods and their specific clothes.To my knowledge,your stories are the first time "historical" USB stories take place before World War 2, so it really brings something new to the Board.

Hi Rufus


To be honest, I think in the UK we have the French beat on chauvinism, if you ask my mum she will tell you. But it was an honour to write this tale set in a very fascinating period of history, since revolutionary France is another of my favourite time periods. I would like to thank Arc again, for working with me on the concept of the story and for the detailed character profiles. They really helped to bring Call of Liberty alive. So it's everybit his story as it is mine.


I know that you don't particularly like full frontal nudity, but given the fact that the disguises throughout the story(with the exception of Amandine.) had underwear that were part of the outfits, it seemed appropriate that our victims ended up naked. Plus it generally is my personal preference. But two each to his own. No harm done.



I agree, it was fun to watch Gabrielle steal clothes to first escape the gilded cage of her palace(poor Colette ) then to blend into the crowd to watch the protest. Then in part 2, to save the live of her beloved. It was fun change of pace, to have that non-USB goal to give Gabrielle. And I absolutely agree with you, I'am a hopeless romantic myself( just ask Miranda and Nadja, they will tell you ) after all who doesn't like a good love story. Thank you for your kind words, it's much appreciated.



Thank you, I'am glad you agree and as a fellow student of history I agree with you that periods like the middle ages, ancient times and the age of discovery have lots of potential in terms of uniform/clothes stealing. I would like to take this opportunity to say that working with Arc on these historical concepts is a pleasure that as opened my eyes, and rest assured we have a lot more stories set in the past thar we have been discussing. Although, the 20th century does still hold promise. After all we have conceived stories set across the whole breadth of the Cold War, which I will be writing over the course of the next few weeks(which itself is fascinating with plenty of uniform stealing potential.) And WW1, which itself is an important part of modern history with tons of potential. We also are thinking of stories set in Weimar Germany (which will be a concept of a new time travel miniseries. And of course Cabaret girls...) and the Wild West(with Desperadoes 3 being the obvious inspiration.) It's a pleasure to share these with the board and to contribute these new ideas.


So as I like to say, watch this space....